Today marks five months that I've been married, and yesterday I had to ask my husband to leave. I posted a few days ago anonymously about a fight we had in the beginning of this week. I was confused, sad, embarrassed and overwhelmed. His treatment of me was becoming more and more inhumane (verbally, not physically), and I hit a wall yesterday morning when he hit me with an incredibly low blow that left my jaw on the floor. I'm still shocked I had the guts to tell him I needed him to leave when he came home that evening. His mom and my mom are both very much so in support of me doing what I need to do to be emotionally safe, so I thank God for that. Now I just feel like I'm in limbo...I don't know what happens next. He sincerely believes in his heart of hearts that I'm entirely at fault, and is bewildered as to why he, the victim in his head, is being "punished". I blocked his number after a few hours of fighting the panic attacks I was experiencing after his cold but calculated and deliberate words yesterday AM, before I decided I couldn't do this anymore. I didn't want to see just how much nastier he was willing to be (he floods my inbox with angry accusatory and mean-spirited texts when he wont even look me in my eye or acknowledge my presence in person). As it got closer to the time he would be getting off of work my stomach began knotting again, I could barely breathe, started trembling again and broke out into cold sweats. I realized then that it made no sense to be having such visceral reactions to his treatment of me on such a constant basis.